it's raining tongues
like the day of Pentecost.
The soot of crime
has ascended.
The morality police
is here —
the judging Georges
& Georginas.
They have some
questions for me,
too thorny
my tongue torn.
Dear victim,
how do you pass
a Why Detection Test?
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